You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 952 The Mortal World Has Its Own Way

Since there is no oil in the world, let alone plastic, glass has to be used as a temporary substitute. Fortunately, there is plenty of sand. In this small town, the production of glass alone is enough to support the entire town, not to mention the use of glass to build greenhouses.

For the sake of the people, Changqing truly exhausted all his efforts, sacrificing countless brain cells. It was all because he wasn't a particularly good student, and it took a lot of work for him.

At night in the Sun residence, the old master, Changqing, Zhong Baixuan, Yun Qinghan, Li Yuesu, and three servants sat on the table. The scene was rather silent, with only the aroma of the pot wafting freely through the room from the churning fire.

The old man, unaware of what had happened, repeatedly urged the group to start eating.

Everyone looked at Changqing, only to see that he also had a worried look on his face, but he pretended to be carefree and was picking at the food in his mouth.

Only when he felt uneasy under their gaze did Changqing put down his chopsticks and sigh softly, "From being full of enthusiasm to being powerless, from being ambitious to feeling stifled, it's only been a little over half a year, the changes are really fast."

It sounded like self-deprecation, but none of them were really feeling good inside.

The old man had more or less guessed the purpose of the group's descent to the mortal realm, and comforted them, saying, "I have to thank you all. At least this year, not many people froze to death, and not many even got sick. They have hope now!"

The old man picked up a cup himself, but seemed to drink it too quickly, coughing violently. Changqing sighed softly, went over and patted the old man's back: "At the rate you drink, you can forget about holding your great-grandchild."

"Isn't this a happy feeling?" the old man said, squinting his eyes.

Yun Qinghan took the wine away from the old man, still frowning: "Old man, I don't understand, why are we divided into different classes when we are all human? Why does misfortune always seem to target the unfortunate? I don't understand, does even the fate in the dark favor the weak and fear the strong?"

Grandpa Sun stood up, looked at the immortals at the table, and despite Yun Qinghan's obstruction, picked up his wine cup: "I can't calculate the countless lowly lives of ordinary people, looking back on the bittersweet fate; I can't finish recounting the complex and turbulent ups and downs of life, sighing at the many misfortunes and bad timing of my destiny. I've lived for seventy years, lost my spouse and my son, and seen the world, where sorrow outweighs joy. Human life is like the cycle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, predetermined from the beginning. This is our fate!"

“Young Ji, you have come into this world for cultivation and for the sake of all living beings. Your ambition is great, and I admire you. But the world is boundless, and mortals are countless. Human power has its limits. You must know that everyone has their own destiny, which is beyond your control.”

"In my humble opinion, what you should be saving is not the world, but the things you hold in your hearts; you are saving yourselves!"

In my view, your so-called "transformation into mortals" is not sophisticated, but rather clumsy. From what perspective do you harbor such grand ambitions? You are immortals; even if you deliberately lower your gaze, you still carry a critical and scrutinizing attitude, unable to truly empathize. How then can you genuinely feel the suffering of mortals?

The old man asked.

Changqing frowned. They wanted to save him? And from what perspective was he starting? Even if he didn't want to say it, the result was already clear: becoming mortal, becoming mortal. It turned out that it wasn't just about spiritual power becoming mortal; the most important thing was his state of mind, even his consciousness. They still hadn't let go of the pride that belonged to immortals.

Silence filled the room, and everyone's breathing became long and deep. The three top experts' gazes flickered slightly before returning to calm, while the juniors at the table were filled with shock. It turned out that they had never been mortals.

Zhong Baixuan was the first to come to his senses, exhaling a breath of turbid air, which brought the others back to their senses: "So that's how it is. This is what it means to become a mortal. So the worldly energy they absorbed was just an illusion of the human world! True worldly energy comes from the heart. It is one's own worldly energy, combined to form one's own true laws. So that's how it is."

Changqing thought of the handsome uncle's formidable strength; if this was the case, he would undoubtedly be the number one person in the Enlightenment Realm!

Worry returned to Li Yuesu's face. She sensed the four laws condensed from worldly realms that did not belong to her, and she also felt her body's fierce rejection of them. Even that wisp of immortal energy began to become unstable. Wrong! The method of Dao Derivation was wrong!

Li Yuesu spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, his face turning pale instantly, startling the three attendants.

"It's alright, I'm going to disperse my Dao!!" In the blink of an eye, Li Yuesu sat cross-legged on the bed in the inner room. His aura was dissipating from his pores in a pouring manner. His Dao Realm cultivation was rapidly disappearing, and his aura was still weakening.

Peak of the Enlightenment Realm;

Late stage of the Enlightenment Realm...

Early stage of the Enlightenment Realm...

At the very point between the Enlightenment Realm and the Core Formation Realm, the situation abruptly ceased. Only four laws comprehended during the cultivation of the Evergreen Dao remained within his body. The demonic purgatory formed by the Enlightenment Realm within him dissipated, transforming into chaos, which proved insufficient to support the manifestation of the strange phenomena in his Qi Sea.

Several powerful figures glanced over, and Changqing, understanding the situation, pulled them out through the door.

The old man asked worriedly, "I hope nothing will happen to Xiao Su!"

Yun Qinghan and Zhong Baixuan also looked at Changqing, as if Changqing was the only one who knew a lot about the other party.

"It's not a bad thing, but rather a rare opportunity. The process of cultivating the Dao involves integrating various spiritual roots into a single body and inheriting its laws for one's own use. This also depends on the body's adaptability to the spiritual roots. It's inherently a heaven-defying method, and one wrong move could cause the body to be overwhelmed by the clash of spiritual root attributes. It's already a miracle that she survived. The restrictions you usually see are used to bind and balance these spiritual roots. They were already in a precarious state, and if it weren't for that wisp of immortal energy forcibly suppressing them, they wouldn't have lasted until today."

Now, with this sudden realization, her body snapped out of its sluggish numbness. The laws that were not originally hers began to clash violently. The only solution was to disperse these laws and re-form her own. Perhaps, on the day her laws were fully condensed, her cultivation would return to its peak, with no more conflicts, and the restrictions on her body would no longer serve their purpose of binding her.

Changqing said a lot, which the old man didn't quite understand, but he could sense that it was a good thing, so he relaxed.

"He possesses all five elemental spiritual roots. If he truly achieves mastery, how many laws would he need, and how exaggerated would his strength be?!" Yun Qinghan's mouth gaped open, as if she had thought of something. Then she turned to look at Changqing and asked irritably, "And what about you?"

Changqing remained silent until he had escorted the old man into the house, and they were almost at the path leading up the mountain when he set up a soundproofing array.

"Don't worry, although I don't know if it's related to the Dao of Derivation, since the spiritual root is unified, it doesn't need so many laws, and there's no need to worry about it being overwhelmed."

"Ah~~~ So you're not as good as that little girl!! You're not strong either!" Yun Qinghan complained.

Zhong Baixuan gazed at the thick layer of 'silver frost' on the ground, his gaze drifting far away. In the silence of this snowy night, it seemed as if he wanted to see his true nature, his true self.

“The mortal world has its own way…it’s truly profound!” Zhong Baixuan sighed softly, quite moved.